Finding your first fossil can be a wonderful experience, unforgettable for many. What you hold in your hand in that moment is something that nobody else has seen, an object which has been untouched, hidden away for millions upon millions of years. Each fossil has its own story to tell about the life of a long-extinct organism, its death and burial, the processes which occurred to turn life into rock, the constantly-changing landscape which led from this remnant of ancient life being buried deep underground, only to be thrust back up to the surface where erosion allowed it to eventually be found. We can place each fossil in its evolutionary context, part of the ongoing story of life on Earth. We can place each fossil in its geographical context, tracing it back to a world very different from ours, often in oceans where now there is land, as sea levels rose and fell, climates fluctuated, and continents drifted. Some carry that feeling with them whenever they find a new fossil, knowing that every new find is a unique mark of prehistoric life.
There is a story doing the rounds today about a six-year-old boy from Walsall (UK) who found a fossil whilst digging in his garden. It’s a nice, feel-good story and I hope that it helps ignite a passion for fossils in the young lad, along with the potential to get others interested in finding their own fossils. However, the story is lacking some important details which would make it useful. The reporting has been exceptionally sloppy, with each article I’ve found repeating the same information and not bothering to do any simple fact checking.
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